Savino Morgan's Story

Savino Morgan

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Savino clicked open his pocketknife, running his long fingers along the sleek, cold steel blade lovingly before snapping it shut again and repeating the process, over and over. Click..click..click. The taxi ride to the mansion consisted only of the sound. No small talk passed between the driver and passenger. In fact, if Savino had bothered removing his glare from the window, he would see the taxi driver's beady eyes darting between the road and the knife in the green hair boy's hands, seemingly unsure if Savino was about to strike him or not. Click..click..click.

The driver gulped and cleared his throat and Savino's eyes shot up, sizing up the nervous face of the driver in the mirror. The driver realized he had caught his attention and his eyes quickly shot back to the road, swallowing loudly once again before finally speaking up, "w-would you mind putting th-that away?" He stuttered, obviously afraid for his life, not sure of his passenger's mental state.

A wave of anger hit Savino but he quickly suppressed it and instead released a harsh, mocking laugh. "Eh? What, this?" He opened the knife up again and waved it around dangerously close to the taxi man's head. He watched the man's shoulders arch and his whole body tensed. It seemed he had finally made up his mind about his strange passenger. Savino snickered once more before pocketing the knife and raising his hands submissively.

It seemed, however, that the driver's mind was made as he pulled over to the side of the road and unlocked the doors. "Please get out before I call the police." He said, trying to sound stern, but failing miserably. Savino's eyes widened with shock and he stepped out of the cab before he even realized what he was doing.

He heard the click of the doors locking and the engine revved. It seemed the taxi driver wasn't even planning on opening the trunk for him to get out his bags. "Hey, dammit!" Savino screeched, suddenly seething with anger. "I didn't fly here from Italy for you to fucking leave me in the middle of nowhere, I've got places to be!" He swung the knife back out of his pocket as the cab began driving off. He chased after it, jabbing the blade into the trunk of the car multiple times before tripping and sliding onto the ground, gagging on the dust and fumes the taxi left behind as it sped off with his luggage.

Savino lay there on the road for a while, stunned, before an odd feeling chased him back to reality. There was a strange, hazy feeling originating in his lower abdomen and he sighed, all too familiar with what the feeling meant. He sat up and tugged the knife out of his stomach. It came out easily and Savino didn't give it a second thought before wiping the black liquid that stained the blade off onto his shirt. He tugged up his black tee to survey the damage. It wasn't much, a thin slit oozed with the watery, black blood-like substance and a thin mist sprayed out of the opening in his body. He quickly pulled down his shirt, it wasn't the type of thing that could be easily explained if someone were to see him.

He slid the knife back into his pocket and stood up, dusting himself off. He'd have to walk for a bit until he found a nice shaded area before he could shadow travel to his destination. It would probably be quicker than the cab, but he'd rather not have to walk at all.

When the shadow demon found a tree providing a sufficient amount of shade, he wandered under it and found the coldest, darkest part of the shadow. Focusing hard on the shadows that made up his body and the shadows around his destination, his body evaporated into a black mist and he disappeared.




It took only seconds to reach his destination, a dark spot of shade beneath a tree next to the mansion. His mist sucked back together in a swirling, dark mass until that mass finally arranged itself in the form of a human. He took a moment to admire his new home, a palace fit for a king, before stepping out of the shadows and revealing himself. It seemed that a small group of people had gathered in front of the door, creating a nuisance for the anti-social demon.

He squared up his shoulders and stepped forward, pushing his way through the group, his eyes looking beyond all of them, they weren't worthy of his gaze. He was a shadow demon, the most proud and powerful race of demon, at least in their own eyes. The fact that their bodies were made up of shadows and dreams made them impervious to most mortal weapons and diseases, and their more potent weakness, human food, was easy to stay away from. Italy, Savino's home country, was full of shadow demons and was home to some of the oldest shadow families in the world, in fact, Savino's mother's family was the oldest one in all of Italy, a fact that made Savino puff up with pride whenever he got the chance to brag about it.

"Vai al'inferno." He hissed to the people as he walked away from them and toward the stairs so he could find himself a room.

The first room he found seemed to be the one that was meant to be his. The walls were painted a pale green and the ceiling was gray, it had the same color scheme as his room back home. There was no bed, he didn't need one since he didn't need to sleep, but instead was a sleek, modern black couch with plush, green pillows and small nightstands on either side of it. There were two tall, empty dressers against one wall, and a black coffee table sat in front of the couch. The lighting was very low, casting shadows all over the room, and there were no windows. He grinned smugly and pulled his knife out of his pocket, setting it gingerly on the coffee table. He didn't want to fall on it again, while it didn't hurt him mortally, he lost enough mist from his body for one day, and he was feeling quite tired because of it.

In fact, despite the fact Savino didn't need to sleep, he was quite content with laying back on the couch and resting his eyes, even if it were just for a little bit...

"G-good morning!" Inanna spoke up shyly almost the moment the door opened, quickly curtsying in a rather old-fashioned manner, partly out of habit long since drilled into her being, partly out of a slight trepidation at meeting the gaze of the person standing on the other side of the entryway. Lifting the very hem of her skirt ever so slightly with her delicate hands - an effect which was slightly ruined by the occasional tremor of nervous anticipation that ran through them - she dropped her head just a little too quickly, and perhaps a bit too far. Putting all these factors together, the resultant bow looked just a little comical.

The one who answered the door began to speak, and the dark-haired girl couldn't help but look up in surprise. A... a boy? This was her housemate? It took a moment to sink in, but when it did, she quickly began to blush, something which was thankfully hidden behind her protective curtains of hair. N...no way. She was going to live with a boy? But she'd barely ever interacted with anyone of her own age, let alone someone of her age and of the opposite gender! This was... She didn't know how she'd be able to talk to him or deal with him at all.

"O-oh..." She said at last, speaking up simply because she realized she'd been silent far too long to be considered socially normal. "A-alright, then." She wasn't really sure how to respond any further, so decided to just leave it at this, and began attempting to bring her duffel up the steps. She wasn't exactly very strong, so it took her several moments to haul the somewhat heavy bag through the door. By the time she finished this and turned back around, her attention grabbed by several sudden sounds, things had become much more... bizarre.

Suffice to say, when things were quickly complicated by the arrival of a white-haired lady who claimed to be their neighbor, a boy who suddenly turned transparent about the same time as he spoke, and a third, angry-seeming individual who stormed past her muttering something that sounded like a curse in a language she'd never heard, Inanna's jaw dropped, and only one word came out.

"W-what...?!"